03/28/19
do you ever think of me?
i wonder
how often i imagine being wrapped up in your arms
this spell i'm under
my thoughts have lapped
round and round
every night
on repetition
of you cradling me to sleep
- i'm pathetic.
i can't help that you make me weak.
and i could have any guy that's after me
but no
it has to be;
you.
the boy who probably doesn't give me a second thought throughout his day - hell, week.
but i fell anyway
because he seemed to be what i seek.
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Trouble
Horrorcrazy poems for my self by my self for when my self is bored or horny or tired or sad not based off any real events in life sadly (hopefully not for long hmu 😏😏 god i'm awful) but a lot of these are about fûcking if this is ever published, please...
